Sierra County advocate. [volume] (Kingston, N.M.) 1884-1960, 1887-06-17

ent locks of hair in one corner OF the
bureau, every color of the rainbow
except gray, and all mixed up, so tha
they looked like Joseph's coat or a ras
| carpet"
Don't mind Sue, Florie dear" sale
little BERTHE, comfortingly. II saw
them, and there wasn't strand of red
auburn mean, in the lot"
II do not mind either of you." sait
Miss Maxwell, with dignity. Il love
and-I trust.
"Sue! where is SueP" called Mrs
Lane one morning about three weeks
after this conversation. "Come intt
the library, your papa wishes to see
you"
II wonder what mamma wants?"
said Sue, putting down her linen doilies
on which she was working a Rosina
Emmett tea party. "When they 60 into
the library, and shut the door, and call
me, something has happened to Jack.
By-the-waY, you haven't had letter
for week, have you. FlorenceP"
Not for two weeks" said Florence,
bravely, though the tolltalc color dyed
her cheek for an instant with q crimson
wave. II don't believe you care one
bit about poetry, BERTHE. I've been
reading this lovely Absence for half
an hour, and you keep on drawing .as
if it were 'Hcavens's Philosophy.
''What shall / do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere see thy facef'
I'D make caramels some of tho
time" said Sue, flippantly, and swing
in hamock three hours a day at least !"
"Sue! Sue!" came the voice from the
library. Daughter" said her mama,
pale, shrinking lady in white wrap
per and pretty embroidered breakfast
cap. Now, don't get in passion,
dearest doctor; let Susie see the tele-
gram. Oh, my dear, fear something
terrible has happened. had sort of
persentiment; you know | was telling
you. doctor"
'.Fiddlesticks with your PRESENT.
ments!'i roared the doctor. a red-faced
old gentleman with lot of blue black
hair that stood up from his forehead
like porcupine bristles. Something
terrible. indeed, something dsgraceful,
something dishonorable, something that
brings my gray hairs in sorrow to the
grave. The doctor had not a white
lock in his head, but his meaning was
apparent, if his language was fgura-
tive" 81 always said John was a senti-
mental, tennis-playing idiot. Never
let me hear Of tennis courts again.
would not give a cent for the whole of
the present generation. That wretch
ed college, with the professors and
their family life, family life indeed! |
knew John was good for naught, spoil
ed by his mo thcr out of all conscience;
but to have disgraced himself his fami
ly, all of us! Not that l consider him
in the least to blame. He was always
the most punctilious, the most strictly
honorable. Quixotic creature. 1t was
the woman, of course. She Is twenty
years older than he. !"
mo, Papa" from Susie; "she's just
nineteen.
81 know what l am talking about.
All college bellies are twenty years old
er than the men they elope with; and
he so trusting and so contidingi The
unhappy, hot-headed creature! to think
he has deceived this splendid, beauti-
full. wealthy girl under my roof Why.
| almost felt like not sanctioning the
engagement, because taking place here,
it looked as if | man1uvred for it. |
a man0uvrer! Great Cesar"
Hush, papa!' said Sue. clasping his
arms as he frantically tore up and
down tho room. "Give me the mes
sage"
YALE COLLEGE, Sept 25 1s--.
John Lane and Lady will arrive at P. M.
Meet with carriage Az station. Prepare sup
per and rooms. E. SNEED."
''Oh, mamma! 1t is true, then, he is
and if at Yale, to that Peters.
What shall we doP Poor Florence she
S so devoted to him, IL will kill her.
Oh, Jack! Jack! and to that scrubby
girl Don't let them come here
I'll telegraph"
No, he shall come here" cried Jacks
mother. lis tel.ibio, ba. .ao poor
lear trusts and loves me. See, the
elegram is to me, and you can't ex- /
1ect me, doctor turning with some |
yiolence on the almost insane father
'even you can't expect me to side |
igainst the only boy have on earth"
Como here" said the doctor. al |
most calmed by the excess of passion in
lis bond slave, ''Of course he S coming
lere; he's got no other place to go. |
lie hasn't married fifty thousand a
ear. has hep But the question is, who
will break it to that splendid creatureP
can't tell her; can't tell her-by
love | can't You go. Sue, and break
t to her. Give her a hint You wo-
nen arc clever enough at inveigling,"
Nth a glare at wife and daughter that
made the very cap strings palpitate.
Tell her he's dead. and then he's is
married, that will ease her down a
it"
'Oh, don't say such thing of my
'oor darling." cried his mamma. in-
tantly summoning up the image of the
ecreant John pale and beautiful In
cath.
whats all this commotion aboutp
ried fresh young voice. Some
hing about Jack. isn't it? Why. what
lis you all2 He-is-not-dead
eP"
Yes" said the doctor, nodding
iolently, the appropriateness of his sug-
estion almost stunning him; dead
nd buried. Oh no. my DEAR ms he
aw the light die out of the proud,
retty face. That's my way of break
lg it to you. He's-he's-. Tell her.
ne, he's married. He is coming here,
f all places, with his bride tonight, in